|
Skepticism - Pouring lyrics
Sweet is the air under the forceful wings Sharp is the gaze to read Reflections from distant lakes Whispers from distant woods Calls from distant mountains That brings summonings from the ones with the swords Come, carry the seeds Of storms Come, satisfy the lust and the craving Come, fleet, come By silent wings |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Dutchess by Fergie |
 For the Love of My Man by Celi Bee |
 Insomniac by Enrique Iglesias |
 The Massacre by 50 Cent |
 Wanna Go Back by Eddie Money |
